When I’d last checked outside the stars were cloaking themselves in clouds to escape my mood. In my dim porch light’s blush the leaves were riding the blustery winds as if witches driven to madness, their tears coating the walk. Not a perfect night.

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But a perfect night for a murder.

What time it happened I’m not certain, but midnight was near when I killed a darling. It had no name, nor…

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Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.

Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.